When the lights are out, the blankets are tucked up, the alarm is set, my hair is spread on the pillow, but my mind won't stop whirling, there is only one thing to do. Without you here to hold me, to make my body relax, I must tire myself out.
With a quick glance to make sure the door is actually locked, I wiggle deeper into the comfort of my bedding and slip my hand across my belly. Tonight should just be a quickie, so minimal physical foreplay is needed.
I close my eyes as my fingers brush along my clit. Mentally, I rearrange the room so I am home, with you, instead of this bland hotel space. In the fantasy realm, I am on top of our bedding, the soft over-blanket caressing my back. You climb onto the bed to join me, but instead of crawling up next to me, you hover over top of me. Your forearms brace your weight from beside my head, your hands gently stroking through my hair. Your warmth emanates and envelops me as you position yourself between my legs.
"Are you ready for me, kitten," your low timbre skates along my jaw as you trail kisses from one side of my neck to the other. A moan answers and you smile. Our lips meet as you thrust deep.
I arch up to meet your hips, the rhythm and pace you set relentless and fast. All I can think is how I need every inch of you and don't want you to pull away.
Your own sounds echo around me as you near your climax, building mine along with you.
"Please," I whimper, gripping your shoulders and holding on tight. That small beg is what sends you over. With one last grunt, you bury your face in my neck, biting and growling as your hips pin mine to the bed. Everything inside you spills out deep within me, sending me careening to my own release.
"Mine," you whisper as you begin pumping your hips again, sending me on to another orgasm. The world fades to black with me in your embrace.
When I wake, it is to the bright sun poking through the hotel curtains that I forgot to close the night before. The blankets have cocooned me into a human-sized burrito and drool has plastered the pillow to my cheek. As I sit and stretch, I can smell myself on my fingers. The downside to self-release until oblivion is the aftermath. A quick shower is in order before I can start my day. Only a few more nights on the road before I can see you again in person, but only a full work day of hours before I can hold you again in my mind....
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